In 1978 I got a job and moved to San Francisco in my green VW Bug. Within 2 weeks I moved into an apartment and the bug died. Getting around on MUNI was not a problem but I was disoriented in my thinking with the newness of it all.
Going to work the first morning, I exited the trolley and headed to the bus stop kitty corner across two streets where the bus I needed to catch sat. As my foot moved forward off the island, I felt pressure, like a hand, in the center of my chest and time slowed down. My awareness just went into slow motion. A station wagon whished passed, through its green light and my foot hit the pavement right behind it. I would have been hit and probably killed by the car if the “hand” on my sternum hadn’t slowed me. It would have been my fault.
I always wondered if there was a “spirit guardian of the bus stop” who protected people. Maybe it was the Holy Spirit at work. I don’t know. What I do know, without a doubt, is there was something that saved me that day.
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